“Great, fuck, just fine,” I said, sipping my tea outside and playing with the dog.

Just on this summer morning, I saw my new neighbors arrive, and as soon as the father of the family got out of the car, a girl's laughter immediately came from there. Surely babes, this is fucked up. Pretty women always suffer from delusions of grandeur, noisy, annoying and annoying creatures who think that having boobs and pussies automatically makes them princesses. Especially at the age of 16-25 years, when youth is storming. Much better girls are scared, especially fat. They are quiet, closed, can of course whine how lonely they are, but they are accustomed to being sent, so they will not be offended much.

Then the mother came out of the car. Tall, with oil-colored hair and chic. And her bust was 3 size at least. My Enceladus was ready to shoot geysers. Then came the 2 girls. They were not sexy nor scary. They belonged to a special category-cute. Lovely girls were ideal for any zadro, combining + of both groups. Beautiful and pleasant, but at the same time quiet and cozy. Perfect wives.

They were very similar to each other. Both moderately well-fed, not fat, but not dystrophic. Long, slightly curly hair, pleasant features, chest size 2, 2, 5 and in tight jeans were visible to their pretty rear bumpers. They differed only in the fact that 1 was taller, and the fact that 1 was red, and the other was brown-haired. In general, it was something to jerk off and remembering them, I went into the house.

Having written a little bit, I started to play with a clear conscience, having cut in the group “Rotting Christ”, their album Theogony was the very thing that would arrange a local holocaust of small-level monsters. But fucked up crept unnoticed as a mother who pulled me out of the embrace of virtuality:

- Vlad, go to the kitchen, meet new neighbors.

- Not scat.

- They have 2 daughters, 19 and 18 years old, go say hello.

- Not scat.

- Stop talking scat, who is talking to her mother?

- Ok, scat.

Finally, my fuckin gave fruit and it was annihilated. My favorite song, Enuma Elish, had just begun, when suddenly this sweet creature entered my Citadel of Solitude and said: “Hi.” Oh, the Ancient Gods of the Northern Winds, I implore you with the names of the Abbot and Demonaz, Apollyon and Khorg, hear my dark prayer and deliver me from earthly beings so that I could play. Instead, I turned my head and said, "Hi." At the entrance there was a brown-haired woman that was higher in jeans and a T-shirt, in which it was obvious that she could feed the children. As if there was little that a girl entered my room and deprived my bachelor's den of virginity, she also began to say:

- My name is Alice, and how are you?

- Vlad.

“Why don't you go out of here, our family will meet new neighbors there, we have a cake.”

- Right now, then finish and go out (well, at least we eat cake, at least some benefit from these clusters of hemoglobin).

- Can I have a personal question?

- Come on.

- Why are you like this?

As usual. Frankly, I looked really unique. Long hair, beard, earrings, tattoo in the form of a seal of Baphomet and the words "Leviathan" in ancient Hebrew. In general, mother's clever.

“Well, I'm a metalhead, we often look that way.”

- Do you have guitars?

- Yes.

Yes, I had 2 guitars, sometimes I played, but the girls could not be glued with the help of them. Girls do not like guitarists, girls like cute boys with guitars.

- Can I touch it?

Barely restraining myself from the ambiguous vulgarity about my “vulture”, I realized that they wouldn’t give me a chance to play and decided at least to involve this young soul in the world of guitars and teach the basics. She sat on my bed, stretched her legs (I would have thrown something else), took my baby in her hands and began to pull at the strings. I sat down and began to explain how to properly hold, extract sounds and how to play brute force. Sometimes I had to show myself, and sometimes correct her fingers during the game.The skin was very soft to the touch, like a fresh and warm bun. I tried to think about the guts of my victims that I could now extract outside in order to hide the uplift of my “Big Bertha”.

Alice was an emotional, naughty and fun girl. In general, a nightmare for a sociopath like me. She joked all the time, giggled, laughed, in general she could not do anything calmly. “Alice, are you here?” With these words a smaller redhead entered the room and the chatter began:

- Oh, hello, my name is Rita, and how are you?

- This is Vlad, he is our guitarist, he is teaching me here.

- Oh, and can I take the 2nd?

Appealing to Lucifer with pleas for the Apocalypse to myself, I handed over the 2nd guitar to her sister and began to teach the 2nd one. They were even more irritable. In a country of crisis, they sit and laugh here. Of course, the fact that I was sitting on the bed with 2 lovely girls, dressed for some reason the same, made my Chomolungma grow in my underpants, but at the same time they enraged me. I was already old, for 20 years of my life I had seen a lot online, accepted the impossibility of having sex with a girl and found peace and peace leaving these thoughts and plunging into the arms of the Internet, music and perverted porn. But then these 2 lovely ladies invaded, and now I will think about lying in bed and spewing my Eyyafyadlayyokyudl. Damn, she now also will smell them, horror.

Having played enough with my instruments, the girls went to their own and said that they would wait for me. Saying goodbye to the possibility of quietly playing, I already wanted to complete 1 quest and finish, as an unexpected event happened here, which, like a butterfly effect, led to a fate-breaking effect. Alice asked before leaving:

- Vlad, do you have a girlfriend?

- A strange question, of course not.

- Why strange? You are a good guy (I’m just Acherel), it’s interesting with you (I’m Aherel twice). But on the other hand, it's good that you are not busy (three times aherel multiplied by 10 to the power of + infinity). Come on, come on, we wait.

And after that she retired. And I sat and ahuyeval, trying to understand what is the catch? Maybe the government found out that I stole a stake in a boutique and sent my agents? Maybe the zombie apocalypse has started and all men have become extinct, but they just need to continue the race? Can a new Spanish stamp affect brain excitation centers? Maybe aliens are now so entice victims? I did not know the answer, but I knew 1 - not 1 normal girl would not consider me good. There is clearly something wrong.